Dark was taken aback and could not help scrutinizing this senior closely.
Judy's face could only be described as exquisite. Her perfectly applied makeup made her exceptionally charming, while her temperament lay somewhere between graceful poise and playful sweetness. Like a Ragdoll Cat that suddenly revealed its mischievous side.
He lifted his chin slightly and smiled. "Since you put it that way, Senior, then I'll admit that I'm very strong."
The moment he said that, applause erupted from below the stage.
People respected those who were humble, but those they worshipped were instead people confident enough, flamboyant enough.
Without the spirit to command the winds and currents, how could one inspire worship?
The audience's impression of this blond first-year boy from the Noble House deepened further.
Judy revealed a satisfied expression and continued, "Then let's move on to the second question. How would you evaluate your opponent in this duel?"
Dark frowned slightly at that question.
If Judy's first question had still been normal enough, then this second question was somewhat inappropriate.
Asking a champion who had just claimed final victory to evaluate the runner-up who had been miserably eliminated?
How could you even bring yourself to ask that?
However, when he turned his gaze toward her, Judy secretly blinked at him and, with her back to the audience, revealed a faintly wicked smile.
In truth, she had asked this question partly to stir up the atmosphere, and partly to tease Dark about his earlier interview—a small act of revenge.
The wife of the famous duel master Swiss Lu Xun had once said, "A woman's heart is made from the tip of a needle."
But Dark understood the meaning in her eyes. His brow relaxed, and he smiled. "How should I put this? When I made it through the qualifiers,